weekend mingle featuring 5 pm brunch because time is meaningless now

[pr159]

[ There probably isn't a single person among them who isn't exhausted after that trial, so it's no surprise that, like last week, there's no party when it's over. Maybe some stay out and mill about the city, while others finally take the chance to get some well-deserved sleep.

Personally, Rideaux is absolutely going to bed now, because it's fucking 10 am or something, and that was a lot.

But when he wakes up again in what is nominally the afternoon, once he's taken a shower and no longer looks like a haggard mess, he's actually going to hole up in the kitchen at the clergy housing and make some pancakes. Just pancakes and nothing else, because this mix is "just add water!" and that's the extent of his cooking skills the most effort he's going to put into anything. Some of them may be slightly burned and oddly shaped, but they're free, so shut it.

There's also some coffee and some (cheap, not his good stuff) whiskey, so if you want to make a half-assed Irish coffee, he's not stopping you.

Is this supposed to be a distraction? Is this actually all just to celebrate the fact that Cumore briefly thought he was going to die and that was delicious to watch? Maybe, but no one has to know that. ]

Comments

[moonfang]

... No. In the end, I learned a lot from that trial.

[pr159]

It did appear that way. I suppose that's fair, though personally, I think I'd be pretty bitter about it if I were in your shoes.

[ But he also wouldn't ever be in his shoes because he doesn't sacrifice anything for anyone, so... ]

[moonfang]

Oh, I'm bitter. But not because of my eye.

....

If you want to look at the energy rail thing, it's over there. [gesture] That's all that's down here.

[pr159]

Also fair.

[ But he is himself 100% the type to lie and use people to save his own ass, and isn't going to pretend otherwise. It was a nice three-day alliance while we had it. ]

That was my plan, yes. Thank you.

[ And he will indeed go and look at the rail. ]

[moonfang]

[it was nice while it lasted!

Zangetsu goes back over to his trap, which seems to be a clear ice dome with food scraps inside and holes... and crouches back down once more]